#and when even the most closest to you don't even realize that you're so fuckin messed up and actively seeking for attention for help
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Question...? | Jacaerys x Reader
A/N: I absolutely loved writing this, to the point that there's another authors note at the end. Love y'all! Enjoy!
Warnings: Arranged marriage, mentions of infidelity, use of the words "whore" and "prostitute", unhappy bethrothal, angst, fluff
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Before arriving at Dragonstone, your sister took you aside and sat you down in your chambers, smoothing out the front of your dress as if you were still a child in need of constant care.
Taking a deep breath, she sat beside you, placing a hand on your cheek, "My Y/N..."
A small, timid smile appeared on your face. But you wouldn't meet her eyes. You couldn't. A piece of you felt betrayed by what she had done just days prior. Giving your hand away without a word.
By the way
"Before you leave for Dragonstone, there's some things I need to share with you," She explained, "Some things you may not want to hear, but should."
You nodded halfheartedly, "Yes, Aurely?"
Have to say
"The prince will expect certain things from and of you. Things you may not be prepared for."
Shaking your head, you smiled at her, laying your hand atop of hers, "Sister, mother has already been over this. The ceremony, what happens after the ceremony... How fast I need to be with child. I know."
I just may like some explanations
Releasing a shaky breath, your sister shook her head, "No, Y/N, other things. Things mother wouldn't dare share with you."
Raising a brow, your smile faltered, "Is it something bad?"
"It's not good."
You urged her to continue, "Go on."
"It's common for men to take on other women in addition to their wives. Whores, as they're called. They could be noble women, servants, commoners, even prostitutes. Even your closest friends."
Your shoulders fell, "He could be different, Aurely."
She shook her head, "Most men aren't."
"But what about Robert? He treats you well."
She laughed, "He treats his whores better."
Your eyes went wide, "I'm sorry, Aurely, I didn't know."
Fuckin' politics and gender roles
"Everyone knows, they just don't discuss it. Because it's not meant to be discussed. I wish someone had warned me before I was wed, but they didn't. So I'm telling you now. Keep your head up and mouth shut."
"You can't possibly expect me to do that."
Staring into your eyes, she gripped your shoulder, "You will. For the sake of your marriage, you will."
"It isn't much of a marriage without loyalty and trust. How am I supposed to trust my husband when he's sneaking off every night?"
"You're not."
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Your meeting with Prince Jacaerys had gone as expected. Awkwardly.
After introducing yourselves, you took a quiet walk through the garden, the two of you talking about the weather and your families. Nothing terribly personal. Nothing a man would ask his fiance, and nothing a woman would ask hers.
Good girl, sad boy
You couldn't get a good read on him. He looked sad, but he had a level of confidence you couldn't match. He was sure of himself, and it showed.
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That night, a ball was planned in honor of your engagement. After spending hours getting ready, your mother making sure everything was in place, the doors into the great hall opened.
Guests piled in, lord's and ladies, nobility, and knights.
Not long after, you made your entrance, a gentle smile on your face as you moved to sit beside Jacaerys at the long dining table.
She was on your mind
He nodded kindly to you, and for a split second, you thought he was coming around. But the longer the dinner went on, the more you realized that his attention wasn't on you, but the woman at the end of the table.
It was one drink after another
She was dressed in red, the color of blood, and her long dark hair cascaded down her back. She was beautiful. And whenever he caught her eye, he bowed his head and looked away, draining his glass of wine.
With some dickhead guy
Even when the two of you were supposed to be dancing, solely focused on one another, his eyes were glued to her. But she wasn't even looking his way. She was dancing with another. And when she did return his gaze, regret was plastered on her face.
There was something you were missing that had happened between the two of them, but you didn't know what. And you were hesitant to ask. But you had always been curious, and it always got the best of you.
It was only when he stopped dancing all together for a moment that he realized you had followed his gaze. And your heart broke.
Fuckin' situations, circumstances
Pulling away, you excused yourself and quickly exited the hall, ignoring the stares of the people you passed on your way out. This wasn't about them. They weren't a part of this marriage.
Making your way to your guest chambers, you hastily opened the door, closing it softly behind you. You had heard the sounds of slamming doors your whole life—you refused to stop that low.
Just barely yourself together, you could hardly breathe. Struggling to unlace your dress, you spent a few minutes unraveling the string until it hung loosely over your body.
Slipping it off, you were in the middle of untying your corset when you heard a soft tapping at your door.
Hesitant to open it, you inched towards the door, slowly twisting and pulling the handle open to peer out the door.
Standing before you was Prince Jacaerys Velaryon. A look of sadness on his face as he gazed down at you through his lashes, "Lady Y/N, I've come to apologize. May I come in?
"I'm not sure that's appropriate. There'd be talk."
"We're to be wed, there'll be talk regardless."
Accepting his words, you pulled the door open, stepping to the side.
Still standing in your half fastened corset and underdress, you felt bare before him. But according to your mother and sister, he'd see you like this soon enough. So you didn't bother covering up.
"I'm sorry for my actions, my Lady. It was wrong of me to look elsewhere. My attentions should have been solely on you. And from this day on, they will."
You could tell he was sincere, but you had questions. Questions you didn't want to go unanswered.
Can I ask you a question?
"May I ask you something, Prince Jacaerys?"
He nodded, "Please, call me Jace."
Sitting down on the edge of your bed, you pat the spot beside you, "Come, sit."
"I'm not sure this is appropriate."
You raised a brow, "You're already in my chambers unchaperoned, and I am hardly clothed. I think we're past the point of what is and isn't appropriate."
Accepting the truth, he sat beside you, "What would you like to know?"
"Have you ever been in love?"
He shook his head, "I can't answer that."
It's just a question
"But you can. And you will if you wish to earn my respect."
If Aurely could see you know, she'd have your head. But she wasn't here, and neither was your mother.
After a long pause, he nodded, "Yes."
"With the girl—at the ball?"
Half-moon eyes, bad surprise
His head hung in defeat, "Yes."
You shook your head in response, "What's her name?"
Jace's eyes sprung open, "You don't plan on harming her, do you?"
I just may like to have a conversation
"No, Jace, I don't. I just wish to know more about you. You may never love me, and I you, but I want to know what love feels like. Even if I'll never have it."
"Her name is Sara Snow," He said, "She married into a wealthy family. I met her in the gardens of Driftmark."
"Tell me about her."
He glanced over at you, "This doesn't upset you?"
"We're past that point, Jace."
He sighed, "She was beautiful. That was the first thing I noticed about her. Her beauty. She may not have come from a high family, but she was graceful. Around others, at least. She was... Passionate. Born from fire, I used to tell her. She wouldn't take no for an answer."
"How long were you with her?"
"Three years. Whenever I had the chance to be with her, I was. I couldn't stay away. It's like she grabbed me and didn't let go. And I didn't want her to."
You nodded, "When was the last time you were with her?"
Did you realize out of time?
"A day before I found out about our betrothal. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I was unloyal to you."
Miscommunications and I
So your sister had been wrong. About the physical aspect, at least. Emotionally, his heart still yearned for her.
Did you leave her house in the middle of the night?
"How did she take it?"
Did you wish you'd put up more of a fight, oh
He left out a breathy laugh, but he didn't find what he was about to say funny, "She couldn't have cared less. She was wed two days later. I hadn't known she was betrothed."
Do you wish you could still touch her?
"Do you miss her?"
And you're not sure and I don't know
"Yes. No. I think so. Yes. It hurts like hell. But I can't do anything about it. I'm betrothed, she's married. And I honor myself with being loyal."
"I'm sorry, Jacaerys," You said, returning to formalities, "I'm sorry that I'm not Sara Snow."
We had one thing going on
He shook his head, "I'm glad you're not like her."
"In what way?"
I swear that it was something
He sighed, "You're sincere about what you say. You care. And that's easily noticed. It's what will make you a good Queen."
"Thank you, my prince."
The two of you were silent for a moment, and then he turned to you, "It will take time, Y/N, but I don't think I'll harbor love for Sara forever. I think, given time, I will grow to love you not only as a wife, but as a friend. But I need your patience. I'm..."
"Healing?" You finished, finally meeting his eyes.
A sigh of relief washed over him, "My thoughts exactly."
Rising from the bed, he extended a hand to you, "Shall we return to the ball?"
You looked down at your clothes, "I'm not sure it's acceptable to go back as I am."
"I could help you, if you'd like."
"Are you sure?"
Jace picked your gown up off the floor, placing it on the side of the bed, "Certain."
Then what did you do?
He carefully laced up your corset, his fingers gliding a long the ribbons as he criss crossed them, tying it at the bottom.
Turning you to face him, he slipped your gown back over your head, pulling your arms through one at a time before smoothing it down over you.
"Beautiful."
But one thing after another
Your heart fluttered at his comment, but you calmed your nerves, reminding yourself of his words: this will take time.
A color I have searched for since
Gazing up at his brown eyes, his hands stayed at your waist for a moment
Painted all my nights
Your mother had always told you that she found a sense of comfort in deep brown eyes, and until now, you hadn't understood why. But it all made sense now. That color was everything to you from that point on. Because it was his.
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The day of your wedding came, and although there was still a ways to go, you and Jace had come far in your friendship.
'Cause I don't remember who I was before you
Instead of seeking other friends to speak to about everyday topics, you sought out one another, eagerly filling each other in on what happened throughout your days with a smile. Now you were working on building your relationship with each other, which neither of you feared anymore.
So now, as you stood with your finger intertwined, finshing your vows, you accepted your future with Jace gladly.
Did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room
He leaned into kiss you, and you met him halfway, softening in his embrace.
But fifteen seconds later they were clapping too?
The only thing that broke you apart was the eruption of clapping from your guests, who were smiling and raising their glasses to the new couple, the future King and Queen of the seven kingdoms.
Does it feel like everything's just like second best after that meteor strike?
From that point on, you were Jace's sole focus. To him, everything else came after you and your happiness.
(I remember)
Years later, you still remembered what he told you that night.
But tonight
Under the night sky, he looked at you and, tucking a strand of hair behind you ear, smiled, saying, "I think it's happening."
"What is?" You questioned, turning to face him.
Got swept away in the gray
"I'm falling in love with you," He said, "I guess it happened faster than I had planned."
"That's the thing about love, Jace. You can't plan it."
He nodded and, with a smile, leaned into your embrace. Jace had fallen for you, and you for him. That was something that could never be taken away.
That you saw that night
After breaking away, you gazed up at him, "And Jace? I'm falling in love with you, too."
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A/N: In so many books, movies, and shows these days, love is shown as something that happens in an instant. Often times, we expect for love to happen at the snap of a finger. But not all love is instant. In this fic, you and Jace fall for each other slowly, and are still actively falling for each other by the end. As much as I love fast love tropes, it's important to remember that sometimes, the things that take the longest wind up being the best.
Thank you all for your support in this series. It means the world to me to read your comments and see how much y'all are enjoying it. Stay safe and love y'all!
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LET ME SWAY, WITH YOU BETWEEN OVERGROWN TREES
pairing: scaramouche | kunikuzushi/f! reader
an evening filled with only the accidental feelings spilt into the rainy sky.
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ㅤEverything, was out of plan.
ㅤRaindrops crashed down at a pace - running down and bartering with the breaths of wind altogether; the evening sky was inevitably transparent, covered by the dark clouds. One could mistake it had already been night. The smell of moisture on the ground comes out musky and pleasant, it could be either a fresh or troublesome feeling to those who'd seldom see it.
ㅤ It plucks grating sounds; much like a crackling firepit. The pitter-patter fills both who hear the sound, as moist from the clothes that had stained wet stick onto their skin.
ㅤ "This, is annoying." She started. "Why." She hugged your shaking body. They were currently in the area of Apam Woods; a forest inside the nation of sumeru - filled with enormous trees across the region, home to a few of the people there.
ㅤ It was not a surprise when the rain had interferred - it was known for its rainy climate changes anyway. Yet, it was the two of them's first time ever setting foot to Apam Woods, not knowing it was going to be this bad.
ㅤ They were here on what was supposedly a small quest to find Rukkhashava mushrooms, sent as a sweet favor from Aether. They accepted as Kuni needed those anyway. She was sent also to keep an eye on him. (The blonde had bribed you with money.)
ㅤ "Why do I need to do this with you." He grumbled under his breath, making sure she heard anyway. The increasing rain had already dirtied most of his clothing, it was a relief his hat was to cover from the godforsaken weather.
ㅤ "Ask your mom." She glared back, not really feeling the moment.
ㅤ She, on the other hand, did not have no hat. "You're bad luck to be with."
ㅤ He was about to make another retort when it was interrupted by a loud thunder, signing that it was getting worser. Surprised by the sudden sound, she shakily yelped.
ㅤ He realized he was a bit-really a dickhead for leaving her to damp under the heavy rain. Begrudgingly, he got close and approached her - pushing his heightened pride away.
ㅤ Kuni pulled the brim of his hat towards the girl and closed the small distance around them. She looks up to him in surprise; still shaking - her hands clutches between their chests.
ㅤ "...Traveler might kill me if you get sick." He stared down, looking amused.
ㅤ A scoff was heard. "I'll blame you for it, that's for sure." She awkwardly lets her hands fall to the side. This close to the former fatui - (She still didn't believe this prick was once a member of the fatui, but, okay) was not an often experience, especially next to his soft porcelain face. Wait, what?
ㅤ "Let's find a place to stay in and wait until this ends." He mumbles, noticing how the thunder was getting more frequent. He looks around, looking for any spot to stay in for the moment.
ㅤ There was no way they were going to stay inside the houses up the big trees. Too slippery. How do these people even get there..? Whatever.
ㅤ He spotted his eye on an overgrown root of one of the big trees, spiraled towards the outside, not too far from them, too. He guided you towards the area.
ㅤ Rain, once again, passed another sheet that wasn't too heavy as before. They were practically really, cold.
ㅤ After getting some shade and walking, the rain hitting the sides of their body stopped. She sat, he followed by. He took off his hat, which was a bit too heavy when there was water pooling inside it.
ㅤ "It's freezing like shit." She huffed.
ㅤ "All you do is complain." He rolls his eyes and took his sandals off, throwing them beside his hat.
ㅤ "You and your hypocrisy, Kuni." She shakes her head. "We've already collected like, a few mushrooms. Don't we have enough?"
ㅤ "We only have SIX out of so many collected, fuckin' dummy. The closest we have to get these mushrooms is here." He leaned against the trunk of the tree.
ㅤ "No need to talk like that, you mullet-headed man. Go ask your poor mother where'd your manners go."
ㅤ "What's even with you and my fucking mom?!" He replied. "Nevermind. Go ask the same to your father."
ㅤ "You fucking ASS."
ㅤ "Yours stink bad."
ㅤ "What- This is why no one likes you."
ㅤ "Yeah, sure, okay." He looks at you in a weird way.
ㅤ "What?!"
ㅤ "Nothing."
ㅤ "Because that'd be stupid - of someone to ever like, ew, or even LOVE the fact that a creature like you could live and act so fully of yourself."
ㅤ All he could do was chuckle. "I saw the way your face looked earlier."
ㅤ She looks at him and gags. "I'd rather die by three swords dismembering all parts of my head."
ㅤ The man of many names shrugs. "Whatever you say." The rain seemingly decreased.
ㅤ "Oh, I seriously cannot wait to go home and escape this sad, pitiful moment with a sad, pathetic creature." That irked him.
ㅤ "You'll have to thank the gods I've been gifted this anemo vision, or I'll have you electrified-"
ㅤ "What an average friendless person would say,"
ㅤ "You think you have more than three?"
ㅤ "Shut up already." She puts her fingers to his lips, pushing it a bit too harshly.
ㅤ "Don't fucking touch me," He looks at her in disgust, with her snickering in return.
ㅤThunder strikes. "What are you even laughing about-?"
ㅤ "Nothing." It was a bit obvious, her eyes were onto his hair.
ㅤ He reached into the direction she was eyeing, finding a lost caterpillar in his hands. "Oh." He threw it at her face.
ㅤ "What the fuck?!" She got rid of it immediately. "Why?!"
ㅤ He shrugs.
ㅤ Silence overcame them, but it was only a comfortable one that had no use to be confronted. She glared at him and set the worm-thing free, kneeling down to put it onto the grass.
ㅤ The rain had not try to stop yet, except now the thunder had died down.
ㅤ She sneakily took a glance at the indigo-eyed boy. And, it was unfortunate he was so beautiful but his personality's shit. His eyes looked so... Homeful? She'd be afraid to be stuck inside them, if she weren't so careful. She always thought he had the prettiest features, and it seemed refreshing to see that up close. Uh, what was she thinking?
ㅤ "You stare a lot," He crossed his arms smugly.
ㅤ "Uh... You have nice eyes?" She attempted to cover it up with a comment, yet it came out, really sweet..? Fuck. She panicked, okay?
ㅤ He looks at her in bewilderment, surprised. That had taken him aback, as they were just insulting each other a few minutes ago. Now complimenting? Wow. (No one had ever complimented him before, he thinks.) Her straightforward nature curioused him more.
ㅤ She sighs, trying to move on to another topic. This was embarrassing. Okay. Leaning her feet towards the rain in front of them, trying to force away the sheer sheepiness. (This damaged her pride and mental) She realized it was really cold out here.
ㅤ "Um, let's do something."
ㅤ "...What?"
ㅤ "Let's just, go out and play in the rain until it stops."
ㅤ "Like kids? What are you, some child-?"
ㅤ "C'mon," She made a tug on his arm, quickly standing up and leading him toward the rain. He tried to stay yet her grip was surprisingly strong, successfully making him follow her, his body feeling the cold and stiff raindrops over his skin.
ㅤ "You'll get sick."
ㅤ "I'm really, strong. You know I can handle it!" She chuckled. Hearing him worry made her... Um, unbearably giddy? For some reason?
ㅤ They were now fully uncovered from the rain - Kuni's outfit was really weighing him down, as he takes his jacket (?) and all his other complex accesories, leaving his black outfit underneath. She sweats, unconciously staring at his now very visible muscles. (Damn.)
ㅤ "Okay, um.. Since we're already drenched in the rain," She coughs to retain her composure. "Let's go take a stroll!" She clasps her hands, and starts to walk. He follows behind.
ㅤ "What exactly do you get in this?" He crosses his arms.
ㅤ "...Just wanted to do something." She played with the clumped dirt under her. "I think rain is very nice. It smells so... I don't know. Like, you know."
ㅤ "Okay, weirdo." He snorts.
ㅤ "Okay bowl-cut."
ㅤ "I- whatever."
ㅤ "So... Hm.. What do you think of me?" She voiced.
ㅤ "Huh?" He stares back, not really expecting the sudden question. The thing with her was there had to be some surprise waiting for him everytime it goes quiet. And that question made him think.
ㅤ "What I think of you?"
ㅤ "You heard me."
ㅤ "Why would you even ask that?"
ㅤ "I'm curious. I just wanted to know."
ㅤ They continue to walk beside each other. "Well." He starts. "You're annoying. You're naive. You're annoying, and," He had the biggest urge, and his mouth did its own decision. "Not so bad, I guess."
ㅤ "W...whuh was that?"
ㅤ "And dumb, I said."
ㅤ Her faint blush told everything. She'd forgotten the other stuff he told her.
ㅤ "Look, I said you're dumb, that's it."
ㅤ "...Mm." The grass looks very fresh today.
ㅤ Another silence ensued between them, this time the awkward kind. Why did he even need to say that? Stupid mouth. Truthfully, there was always some kind of weird air between them, whenever it was like this.
ㅤ He snuck a glance, seeing her flustered pink face.
ㅤ Kuni noticed their hands were just wavering centimeters apart.
ㅤ Um, what's that gotta do with anything-
ㅤ "(Y/N)?! Scara?! Where are you two?" A voice shouted in the distance over the light rain, with both of them breaking their trance, following with a familiar squeaky voice that's too muffled to even hear.
ㅤ "We're right here!" She shouts, waving a hand. A silhouette perked up and finally came into view, as it runs quickly towards them.
ㅤ Aether panted a few breaths. "You guys had been gone for so long... Is everything alright?"
ㅤ "...Yeah." The indigo-haired boy replied, staring towards the shorter girl.
ㅤ Paimon squints her eyes in curiosity - and suspiciously. "Hey... Are you two taking some romantic stroll under the rain or something? Paimon and Aether thought it was another lovestruck couple!" Aether nodded.
ㅤ "Um! No, I'd rather kill myself." She exaggerates the action of barfing.
ㅤ "We were actually about to kiss."
ㅤ "What?! Is that true?!?!"
ㅤ "What are you even saying?! Shut up!!!"
ㅤ a/n: hey so um hi ;P plz folow me and like diz
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OC TAG GAME
tysm to @nuwanders for the tag!
rules: sort your OCs into the below categories and (optionally) make them in this picrew.
tagging: anyone who would like to participate! this was fun and i love hearing about y'all's ocs 💕 i am just truly terrible at remembering usernames and noticing who likes to do this kinda thing 😅
these all ended up being ttrpg characters bc ofc they did aowifejaoiwf also, i made sure to choose a different one for each even if maaaaybe caerellia might be both my favorite AND the meanest
it's so hard to pick a favorite but if i HAVE TO, it has to be caerellia asperanas. she's my most extra character and i am so utterly obsessed w her and the stories that we tell w her. she's an icon!!
(please excuse this poor approximation of her 😂 she isn't actually gray. i tried to use my own art but it was very blurry sized down for some reason and i didn't have time to fix it aoiejfa)
iris is my latest gal! i made her as an extra character for a modern text-based ttrpg game we play on discord w some pals and she's a delight. she is an ex-hacker who so desperately wants to be a hacker again but she's legally not allowed to touch computers anymore. she and her wife ran away together after she left her life of crime and adopted two kids, and she writes lesbian romance novels.
okay, okay: i definitely have long lost ocs that i made when i was a teenager that i could have included here but honestly, i don't remember them! so i'll go with elen "i'd steal an extra horse for you" arel bc she was my very first d&d character from my very first game AND the first oc i really loved as an adult.
this was tough bc i don't really oaifjeoai like making mean ocs so tatjana is probably the closest to truly mean, mostly just bc she uh. participates in ritual sacrifice and actively discriminates against the undead and finds them to be unholy abominations. 💔 but she's really just trying her best out here in the dog-eat-dog plane of ravenloft.
this one was easy: saga, hands down. she is my soft girl, despite uh almost quite literally being made of stone. i love her.
this made me realize that i have not ever really posted about ashes but going from a 20+ level fighter and the leader of asmodeus's armies to a banished first level cleric of redemption would make you grouchy too!
ary, buddy, i'm sorry, but you're the biggest dumbass i've ever played and i love you for it!!! i think they have a -1 to INT despite being one of my highest WIS characters aijfaoiwf
eaven is the eladrin wizard that i made to playtest the strixhaven setting that we homebrewified w my wife/dm! she'd gotta be the smartest bc she was literally made to be a scholar (tho i do have a handful of other characters who could fit.) this is her spring form w the pink hair but she has a few different seasonal appearances.
val flores is one of my modern ttrpg girlies; she is a HUGE FUCKIN' DORK who loves ttrpgs so i think we'd get along the best. also, chronically ill bitches gotta stick together.
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Which bird pokémon would you say are the closest to Loftwings?
Are there any foods in particular you remember from Hyrule that you miss but sadly don't really have a counterpart in our world?
When MCR starts touring again, what are the top three songs you're hoping to hear live?
What's Cheeseburger's favourite treat?
I've been playing through Link Between Worlds and adoring it (I'm almost done I think? Heading to Lorule Castle now. Ravio has my entire heart I love him so much!!) so I have to ask - what the hell does being a painting and travelling along the walls like that feel like??? From a game standpoint it's a great mechanic but I can't imagine it was a pleasant sensory experience!
Do the different colour Loftwings have any special significance (other than the red one)? And if so here's a follow up question - assign a Loftwing to each of the Contest Family!! (Hell even if they don't have specific means can you do this please? I just love the visual of all of them with Large Bird Friends xD)
Other than Skyloft, what's a part of Hyrule you find yourself missing a lot?
love all these hsfghgf
Which bird pokémon would you say are the closest to Loftwings?
k i thought about this cause i was poketeaming Link a while back, i think any of the legendary birds can work but ho-oh strikes me most of all because its specifically referred to as the guardian of the skies and thats what loftwings are, guardian birds. xatu also gives me Vibes i ended up giving one of those to zelda dsfgfd
Are there any foods in particular you remember from Hyrule that you miss but sadly don't really have a counterpart in our world?
mmmm monster cake. i don’t know how to describe the flavour. it tastes Purple but not in the way things taste purple to me now. also anything with goron spice on it, goron spice tastes unlike any spice i have ever been able to get my hands on in this life. they put it on rocks to make them taste better to tourists so theres gotta be something magic in there.
also i feel like i will never be able to make pumpkin soup the way it was on skyloft. like i am planning on TRYING but. all these recipes i have looked upon feel like they’re lacking something.
When MCR starts touring again, what are the top three songs you're hoping to hear live?
FUCKINNNN black parade, thank you for the venom, and the sharpest lives
What's Cheeseburger's favourite treat?
i need to diversify his palate because all i do is buy him the temptations treats and he loves them all sfdhfsg
I've been playing through Link Between Worlds and adoring it (I'm almost done I think? Heading to Lorule Castle now. Ravio has my entire heart I love him so much!!) so I have to ask - what the hell does being a painting and travelling along the walls like that feel like??? From a game standpoint it's a great mechanic but I can't imagine it was a pleasant sensory experience!
so i have basically NOTHING in way of memories from that life (just flashes here and there) but i do remember that, vaguely. it does feel. uncomfortable? stifling in way of movement, obviously, but because you’re essentially turning one sense off, all the others become heightened. the thing that sticks with me is i could hear everything. water dripping in another room, bugs crawling in the dirt, the walls chalking and crumbling. it definitely heebied my jeebies!!!! was not the biggest fan of that but hylia giveth and hylia taketh away sdfgfd.
Do the different colour Loftwings have any special significance (other than the red one)? And if so here's a follow up question - assign a Loftwing to each of the Contest Family!! (Hell even if they don't have specific means can you do this please? I just love the visual of all of them with Large Bird Friends xD)
not particularly, they’re just neat :B
i feel like solidad gets to keep her sunset colours just because she already has a bird that matches her so im picturing hers being yellow or orange. harley gets a black one. may’s is green and drew’s is brown. it’s romantic.
Other than Skyloft, what's a part of Hyrule you find yourself missing a lot?
mmm. botwverse: hateno village. tarrey town. lurelin. all of central hyrule before the calamity. the korok forest. the castle itself, before it fell? i have complicated feelings there. i don’t really miss the barracks, or the people, or the constant pressure, or the constant facade of existing near royals. but i miss the dining hall, and i miss zelda and i signing gossip to each other when folks weren’t looking, and i miss sneaking away from events onto the balconies and just breathing and laughing with her.
wind waker verse i miss windfall island a lot. i’d sneak into the seedy bar there and eventually they realized they couldn’t keep me out and let me just chill. the other sailors there came to know me and they treated me like anyone else. i’d take sips off their drinks and arm wrestle men half my size and it made me forget all the shit. i loved going up on the cliffs up at night there, i feel like the stars were just brighter on windfall island.
ootverse castle town. and the lost woods. i ain’t got much to say. i miss childhood. that life suuuucked. fuckin termina!!!! let me live in termina forever. i don’t care if it was just a dream.
oh speaking of koholint. that’s not hyrule but whatever. i still have dreams about koholint. like, right now, in this life, i dream about that place so often. i’m always either laying on the sand napping in the warm sun or just. watching the sunset with marin. aaaaaaa
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Genre: College AU
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Y/N Y/L/N, slight Dean x Lisa
Summary: The school’s most popular boy wants to be friends with Y/N, out of the blue. It definitely doesn’t have anything to do with her hot best friend, though.
Word Count (For the chapter): 2,627
Warnings (For the chapter): Language, self deprecative thoughts.
[For some reason, some of the tags aren’t working. I’m sorry about that.]
[[ Also I’m sorry for the no Read More thingy because it doesn’t happen on the phone app :-(]]
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Chapter 4
Chapter 3
Time flew by faster and in no time, it was the last week of the semester. Winter breaks were going to begin and you didn't know what to do with your life during the vacation. Lisa was going to be spending it with her family, Dean was going on a road trip with his friends and you had no plans whatsoever. You had no funds to go visit your family, overseas. You were saving for an apartment, and your parents understood. You were, in fact, surprised that they did without any clashes but again, maybe, living away from each other did mend your relationship with your family better. You missed them and, hopefully, they missed you too.
Right now, though, you were trying to figure out how you were going to survive the holidays, browsing the library for some books you could use for your time alone. Older times, you would have enjoyed it. Would get bored, might go into overthinking drives, beat yourself up for things of the past, but still somehow enjoyed the undisturbed two weeks. Now, it was different. Everything was. You were not used to being alone all the time anymore, there was a certain green eyed idiot who made sure to be around you as much as he could. The idiot you've started to dangerously feel for. He introduced you to Cas and Jo, and they were amazing people. Lisa had started spending time with you, too. It was funny. A few months ago, you had literally no one to talk to and now, you barely got to be alone.
"There you are! I've been looking for you."
"Well, I'm honored. Hey, Lis."
"Gotta say your sense of humor has worsened more," she said with a laugh, "Hey. So mom is going on a holiday with her fiancé for the new year. So had to cut the trip short. They invited me but I bailed out"
"I'm sorry," You knew Lisa and her mom's new boyfriend didn't get along all that well. The previous guy her mom was with, though, treated Lisa like her own, and she missed him. For some reason, they broke up and that was why Lisa moved here for college from Michigan. Her mother's new fiance was a nice man, according to Lisa, but she just couldn't give him that place in her heart.
"Yeah. So, yeah, I'll be here a week earlier."
"That's cool. We can catch up on some movies then."
"And bars and parties and hot boys at the beach."
"Oh, Lord." You laughed, and she soon joined you.
"Hey Y/-" You heard Dean stop, abruptly before continuing, "H-Hey."
You looked up at him to see him looking at Lisa, only to realize it was her he actually greeted, "Um..hey, Dean."
He practically tore his gaze away from her to look at you, "Oh, hi, Y/N. You didn't tell me your friend was going to be here with you."
"Uh, you didn't tell me you were going to be coming here, Dean." You laughed awkwardly trying to cut the tension in the air.
"Oh, yeah, actually I was looking for you. Well, I was wondering if you-"
"Y/N, won't you introduce me to your friend?" Lisa chimed in, practically eye-fucking your best friend—and you hated to notice, it was coming right back at her.
"So, you don't know who I am, huh?" Dean smirked, flirting. You couldn't help but roll your eyes.
It was like you weren't even there while they continued to make filthy comments and it was disgusting, you audibly groaned making your way out of the library, "God, ew."
For the rest of the day, you were supposed to be busy. You had assignments to submit before the vacations started, but it seemed like you dropped your concentration somewhere on the road. You couldn't stop wondering what Lisa and Dean were doing right then. Did they kiss? Or were they planning somethi-
You shook your head, shaking away the thoughts. They were your friends, you should be happy for them if it came to something like that. What you felt for Dean was a tiny, little crush which would fade in no time. You weren't going to make things between you two awkward by acting on it. This friendship was important to you, after a long, long while you were willing to put your trust in someone. You didn't even remember the last time you ever talked to someone like you talked to Dean. He was starting to become the closest friend you'd ever had, so yeah, you were going to be happy for him no matter who he dated.
The only thing was...you weren't.
You typed furiously on the computer, trying to ignore the insecurities that were creeping inside you little by little. Dean is going to leave you too. No one will stay. Everyone leaves. Your fingers danced across the keyboard smoothly yet faster than before as you hurried to get the work done so that you could get the hell out of the premises and take a nap. Because you deserve it. You're not worth any love. You're a disgra- You typed the last words and emailed yourself the document, not bringing anything that was going on in your mind show on your face.
"Y/N!" You stopped at the familiar voice, turning around as Lisa made her way towards you, "Guess what?"
"What?" You asked, not surprised by her happy attitude. She was always so happy, it made you wonder what was wrong with you that you couldn't be.
"You never told me you were friends with that hot snack!"
"Um.. actually. I did." You said, rolling your eyes. Obviously she wasn't paying attention.
"No…" you gave her a long look, "you did?"
Exhaling heavily, you made your way to your room, "Lis, I've had a busy day. I'm really really exhausted. Can we gush over how hot Dean is later when I've had some shut eye?"
"No, I didn't stop you to tell how hot Dean is. I mean, yes he is but I wanted to tell you he invited me to the road trip he's going on with his friends." Your eyes shot up to her face, searching for any signs of it being a joke. It wasn't. Dean, actually, did ask her. They met...like...just now?
Lisa must have gotten an idea of your discomfort 'cause her eyes saucered in realization, "oh my god...I'm so sorry, Y/N! I completely forgot about you and the plans we made. I can drop going, I'm so sorry."
"No..it's..it's okay. Really. Go enjoy your holiday. I was, anyway, going to spend my time alone before we made those plans."
She looked at you, guilty, "Are you sure?"
"Yeah.." You smiled in understanding.
"I can always ask Dean to let you tag along."
You chuckled at the irony. You were his best friend, you didn't need anyone else to ask him anything for you. And you even felt a little insulted by the statement. You could do without this favour. You could definitely do without anyone 'letting you' tag along, "Braedon, really, go. I'll be fine on my own."
She went away without another word. The pit in your stomach only seemed to grow as you did your best to drag it aside. You, somehow, managed to stop the slumping of your shoulders as you walked into your room. You changed out of your jeans into your pajamas, ready to call it a day. You made yourself a peanut butter sandwich and was done with all the chores that you settled down on the bed. Switching off the lights, you pulled the warm blanket over your head. It was then that all the thoughts you'd been pushing aside started making appearances.
Your friend 'completely forgot' about you and the plans, your best friend didn't even bother remembering that he forgot about you. It was like you didn't even exist. You knew it was stupid, in fact it was really childish to think like this. Them people have gotten their own lives which DID NOT have to revolve around you. And pretty honestly, you knew no life revolved around you, not even your own. No one would give two shits if you suddenly disappeared, including you. Still, you weren't supposed to feel this way. You weren't supposed to be so much affected because of something like this. Being left out was not something that was happening for the first time to you. But this time, it hurt a little. The thought of you getting replaced bothered a little when it shouldn't. It wasn't a crime or anything. What did you ever do to make a lasting impact in someone's life anyway so that they'd want to keep you forever?
You woke up to constant pounding on your door. Groaning, you got up to open the door.
"I was about to knock the door down, sleepyhead." Dean ruffled your hair playfully as you slapped his hand away annoyed.
"I was sleeping, asshole."
"Shocker."
You looked at him, bored, for a while before widening your eyes and pulling him inside and locking the door behind, "What the hell are you doing here? If the warden saw you, she'd rip me two."
"For a second I thought you were going to kiss me," he snickered sheepishly. "I called you to inform, you didn't pick up." He made his way inside the room, putting the box of pizza and a backpack on the couch. You scrunched up your nose at the action.
"Pizza? Why?"
"Why are you surprised?"
"It was Tuesday. Did I sleep for three fuckin' days straight?!" You said, flabbergasted for a moment until you saw Dean making the most annoyed face ever.
"Y/L/N. It is still Tuesday. Wednesday, actually. And our Friday night outs are at my place, not here where your warden is ready to eat me alive."
"Your point?"
He sighed, "We didn't spend any time together today, Y/N. I saw you earlier, you didn't look well."
You frowned before the memories made their way back, "oh…
"Well that's exactly why I was trying to sleep, Winchester." You scolded, trying to not sound too cold.
"What is it?"
"What?" You turned away from him, walking to your bed, Dean following suit.
"What's wrong? And don't give me there's-nothing-wrong-i'm-okay shit. Tell me." He sat himself beside you as you crawled under the blanket to the other end.
"There's nothing wrong, I'm okay." Dean rolled his eyes as you pulled the covers over your head.
"You know I hate it when you do what I tell you not to."
"Then don't tell me what to do." Your voice came out muffled, as you replied back sharply. He sighed.
When she walked out of the library, groaning as Lisa and him flirted, Dean had noticed. He thought it was just the playful best friend reaction seeing them two flirt with each other, so he let it pass. Later that day, he went to meet Y/N and saw her working on the computer. She would look normal to anyone around there, but Dean had secretly picked up on her habit of doing her work extra smooth when she's stressed. Her shoulders were tensed and eyes sharp. Yep. She was definitely bothered. What he was about to tell her would have to wait, first he needed to know what was bothering her. He decided to talk to her after his class, but by the time his class was over, Y/N was already out of the campus.
"I never got to tell you why I came to talk to you this morning."
"Oh, you came to talk to me? Didn't think I was so lucky." Was that what it was all about? Was she... jealous? But why would she be jealous? She was so darn confusing, it frustrated him sometimes.
"You need to talk to me, Y/N. What's going on?" He said, pulling her blanket to him before she pulled it back.
"Nothing is going on Dean, really. It's nothing. I'm just tired is all."
"And grumpy?"
"And grumpy."
"I need you to know no one is going to take your place, sweetheart." He felt her stiffen just a bit, not enough to be noticed but enough to be noticed by him.
"Stop thinking you're that important to me, Winchester. You're not." He flinched. He knew Y/N didn't mean that, it was just her defence mechanism with some extra sass but it still painfully tug his heart a little bit. She made a lot such comments, mostly playfully, with that serious face but playfully. Maybe it wasn't the comment but the fact that she was hurt that was bothering him? He wouldn't know. One thing he knew, though, was whatever was bothering her, he needed to make her smile. Maybe she noticed his sudden pause because she immediately spoke up, "Sorry. It came out harsher than I intended."
"S'okay. So you're not gonna tell me what's bothering you?"
"Nothing is bothering me Winchester."
"Whatever you say, Y/L/N." He gave up. It bothered him that she had still not opened up to him even when they'd been 'best friends' for so long. Every time he thought she would, she would close off and change the topic. She still was the mystery girl he met at the beginning of the college, a mystery he didn't know how to figure out "So, you coming?"
"Where?"
"The road trip?
"So Lisa did that after all."
"Lisa did what?"
"Nothing. And well, I've got some work so I can't come."
"Yeah I know what work you got. Come on, Y/N. Be easy on yourself sometimes. It's gonna be fun."
"But-"
"Great. So it's a 2 weeks long trip. Pack accordingly and now we have that pizza." He stood up before she could protest and got the pizza.
"How many times are you going to watch this show, Dean? Don't you get bored?" You said taking your third slice.
"As many times as I please, babe. It's Dr. Sexy M.D, it never gets boring." He said casually, thankfully missing the pink that dusted your cheeks at the nickname in the dark.
After a couple more episodes, you were starting to doze off, and so was Dean, "Alright, let's sleep. We have classes tomorrow.
"There's no morning class. Just one more epi." He said, clutching the remote in his hands, like a child, "please?"
"No." He pouted at your response, defeated.
"Okie." He said letting out a small yawn. Sleepy Dean was always adorable, "So it's settled that you're coming with us?"
She paused for a moment before shrugging slightly.
"I guess...yes," he smiled cheekily as she said that, "but, why did you want me there all of a sudden?"
"Because I want you there? It's gonna be fun. I've heard girls need their girl-friends on these tours for some 'girl-company' thing. I invited Lisa, so-"
He stopped abruptly as she stood up and made her way out of the room, "I'll go and throw these boxes, you change in here."
"- that you could get some company." He whispered mostly to himself. What the hell just happened? He shook his head, too sleepy to think about it right now and stripped out of his clothes into his pajamas.
Obviously. There it was. The reason he wanted you there, it's all here. It's because he didn't want Lisa to be alone around people she didn't know. You stood by the sink and chuckled to yourself, feeling a sting in the back of your eyes. Wow.
"Same old easily replaceable Y/N." You whispered.
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Chapter 5
A/N: alright. I know I know. I'm a terrible author who do not care about her readers but it's not that. I'm really, genuinely sorry. Life's been really rollercoastery and I've been dealing with stuffs lately. I promise I'll be better next time. And if you could take out a minute of your day and pray for me and a lot of people who need it, please, I'll be really grateful. They say prayers are powerful and I think I can do with them a bit.
Also, please don't do something wrong with yourself. You're worth every effort you make for a better life. Each minute of your life counts, just make sure you keep yourself and others as happy as you can. Be kind to you and others, I'm rooting for you. ❤️
And show some kindness to the animals too, they deserve it. ❤️
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Coincidence - a [REDACTED] x Schmitty fanfic, part 3
(Note, added 25/1/24: this fic was written in 2021, it is now long abandoned, to be honest I don't know if I'll keep it up bc I'm not sure how I feel about the ship now. We'll see)
I am exhausted but yet I'm still here writing a fic that gets very few notes lmao. My PSHE teacher set us a challenge to do something creative over half term, which starts on Saturday, so guess I'll be here for a while. I've started limiting myself to two fizzy drinks a day cos I got a little addicted and damn am I tired and missing them. Also, I cant remember what natural eye colour I said my [REDACTED] had and I can't find the post to save my life so I'm just hoping it was brown lmao- Enough about me though. If you haven't read chapter 1 and 2 go do that or this won't make sense, if you have then off we fuckin go
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As Schmitty slowly came round, his first thought was that of utter confusion. How and why was he suddenly warm? The last thing he remembered was being so cold that he couldn't feel most of his body, but now all traces of that were gone and all he could feel was a blissful sense of cosiness. He smiled and stretched subconsciously; the feeling of soft linen on his arms made him realize that he had somehow made it to a bed. In his delirious state it took him a second to work out what was wrong with that, but when he did his eyes shot open. Since when was I inside?!
Through his blurry vision he could just about see a peeling and cracked ceiling above him. [REDACTED] had left it like that to add to the atmosphere of the place. Schmitty guessed that that meant he was in one of the hotel rooms, but how? He had never actually made it inside from what he could remember. Did that mean one of the staff had helped him? It had to, surely. Whoever it was, this place was getting 5 stars on TripAdvisor when he got back to his car. His phone was still in there. Another stupid mistake.
Wow, you're really doing great today, aren't you? And you made some poor guy drag you in after you passed out on the doorstep. God, I'm stupid. He sighed and rolled over, or at least attempted to; an unexpectedly heavy weight pressing down on him stopped him in his tracks. Sitting up with difficulty, he found that there were at least six or seven blankets piled on top of him, some of them weighted. That explained why he couldn't feel the cold anymore, but where had his saviour gotten all of those from? He wasn't worth the effort of finding them. Schmitty blushed at their kindness and decided that he would now die for them without question. He was fiercely loyal.
His gaze wandered over the room and then landed on the bedside table: someone had left a cup of tea and a slice of cake there. He smiled even wider and picked up the plate before cutting off a small piece of cake to try. Wait... is that coffee? My favourite! Maybe today isn't so bad after all. He was halfway through the slice when he noticed a shadow in the doorway. It was barely noticeable, but still definitely present. There was also a little tuft of black hair peeking out from behind the doorframe. Schmitty put the plate down. Was that whoever had saved him coming to check up on him?
"Hello?" He got out of the bed on the side closest to the door. There was a shifting noise on the other side of the wall and the black tuft disappeared from view; whoever it was certainly didn't want to be seen. "Hey, wait! I just wanted to-" The person started walking away down the corridor as quickly and quietly as possible. "Wait, come back!" He crossed over to the door and out into the hallway as fast as he could before running up behind the person, grabbing their wrist and turning them to face him. His eyes widened and he blushed heavily.
In front of him was one of the most attractive men he had ever seen. The most adorably shy look was on his face and the red dusting on his cheeks suggested that he really hadn't wanted to get caught watching him. His brown eyes were aimed at the floor in an attempt not to look him in the eye; since he only wore his contact lenses for the games, what Schmitty saw was natural. He was worryingly pale from staying inside most of the time, which contrasted with the dark black of his short wavy hair. Overall, he was captivatingly handsome.
Schmitty looked away to the side and brushed his blonde hair back awkwardly. "Uh- sorry. I just... I just wanted to thank you. I'm guessing you're the one who..." The man nodded and turned an even deeper shade of red. He looked down and Schmitty followed his gaze. He was looking at his wrist, which Schmitty still hadn't let go of. "Oh! Sorry!" He frantically dropped it and took a step back.
"Well, uh, um..." He took a deep breath to compose himself. "So... would you mind telling me your name?" [REDACTED] felt a moment of panic. He couldn't exactly tell him to call him [REDACTED], but he really didn't want to tell him his real name either. It looked like it was time to drop a fake name. "Uh... you can call me Spencer."
"That's a nice name! I'm Schmitty, but you can call me... anytime." He winked and grinned at him. [REDACTED] blushed even harder and covered his face with his hands. Why did he choose such a fucking idiot to like? Still, at least they were getting on well... for now.
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Okay that was really fun. Also someone actually said something!! We got dialogue!! Woohoo!! I somehow got less tired as I wrote this. I think the power of gayness saved me. Also poor [REDACTED]. Poor shy boi. I love him so much. I know he's probably a little out of character but I just like to imagine that he's actually pretty sensitive and sweet when he's not running a game lmao. I'm sorry for making Schmitty so dumb in this fic, I don't hate him I swear- I just get no thoughts head empty vibes from him. The coffee cake is a reference to the TMP2 credits song again, what can I say I just love that song. As a lesbian it was really hard to describe a guy as attractive but that's what you gotta do for the sake of the craft. And I don't think y'all need me to tell you where the fake name came from lmao. Anyway if you enjoyed this please reblog or show this to someone who would like it, stay tuned for chapter 4 tomorrow and yeah thanks for reading!! Bye bye!!
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OH MY GOD AGAIN WHY DO PEOPLE WANT TO DATE/FUCK GAMZEE
WHAT THE FUCK
LIKE THIS IS AN ACTUAL THING THERE ARE ACTUALLY A SHIT TON OF PEOPLE WHO WANT TO DATE AND/OR FUCK GAMZEE
WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK
HE'S FUCKING **GAMZEE** PEOPLE. HE'S ***GAMZEE MAKARA***
LIKE I FUCKING LOVE MY CLOWN BOY BUT
DATE!??!?!?!
FFUUCCKK?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!
WWWHHHAAATTT!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
HE'S THE FUCKING STONER CLOWN
HE'S STONER CLOWN GOAT JUGGALO MAN
HE SOUNDS LIKE AN IDIOT AND HAS A WEIRD CLOWN ICP MIRACLE RELIGION
H E ' S M O T H E R F U C K I N G G A M Z E E M A K A R A
like BRO
look at the stoner face
look at the fucking face
who the fuck is it that goes "MAN that is the sexiest thing. i need that. that wild clowny uncontrolled hair is just turning me on so much. that stoner face. that juggalo makeup. that sexy careless slouched-over position. ooh."
like he isn't even edgy. he's just weird and fucking funny as hell and the craziness and scratch face and clownness just makes him genuinely creepy, because he's just not edgy, he's just weird. his chillaxedness and stonerness adding onto the psycho murderness makes him genuinely creepy, and weird, and completely not edgy at all. he's happy stoner man that loses his shit sometimes.
OH AND HE FUCKING STEALS BODIES AND CUTS THEM UP AND PLAYS WITH THEM.
WHAT THE FUCK MAN.
like HIS OWN FUCKING FRIENDS' BODIES. HE DOESN'T CARE.
OH MY FUCKING GOD HE MAKES OUT WITH A DECAPITATED HEAD, MAN!
he AT LEAST makes out with it!
like, fuckin, bro, imagine you're making yourself a meal. you live with gamzee. he's your boyfriend. yer just makin yerself yer favorite quick meal and you hear a fucking dragging sound.
in comes gamz your lovely boyfriend dragging the sewn body of his pal tavros.
he sits tavros's dead, awkward body at the table.
not once does gamzee's face change from chill stoner mode.
gamzee sits down and watches you make food. usually when you make something you make some for gamzee too. tavros's body is still intact because gamzee's been freezing it, but it still fucking stinks when he takes it out and it warms up again. you watched him drag tavros in and tried to kind of ignore it and not look uncomfortable.
you try really fucking hard to not pay any attention to the fucking dead body in the room and the horrid smell it emanates. its really hard. gamzee's dead body friends always make you uncomfortable as hell.
gamzee starts playing with tavros's hair, twirling it around his finger affectionately with a loving smile on his face. sadly, having gamzee as your boyfriend means you have to share him. with a corpse. and not even a zombie or something just a real actual fucking corpse lieing there. sometimes, kind of often, gamzee even wants tavros to sleep in your bed with the both of you. you can never get any sleep on those nights. pressing the blanket as hard and thickly on your nose as you can can still never get rid of the smell.
you can hear gamzee start to quietly speak affectionate words to tavros's body.
finally, you finish making grub.
not the troll kind.
you scoop the tasties onto two plates and take them over to the table. one for gamzee, one for you.
you sit at one side of the table, closest to the counter and facing away from it, gamzee sits opposite of you, and corpse tavros sits right there on the side between you and gamz, staring into the void. you can barely take it.
gamzee looks at his food and at tavros, some slight confusion on his face.
"where's tavros'?"
oops wait
"LiKe, WhErE tHe FuCk Is My MaN tAvBrOs' GrUb Up In, MaN?"
ok there i did my best. god that took so long.
you get worried. i mean, gamzee doesn't have anger issues and is like the chillest fucking person around and would never hurt you or get mad at you, but, like,
food for the /corpse/?
oh god.
.. well, at least you made lots..
you go to the cupboard and grab another plate. you take it over and scoop a bit from your plate and a bit from gamzee's plate onto the new plate for tavbro. there's plenty of food still left for the two of you, and a good amount for.. tavros...
you place your fork back on your plate and wait a few seconds worriedly, hoping gamzee is satisfied.
"HoW's My BrO SuPpOsEd To EaT wItHoUt A mOtHeRfUcKiN fOrK, mAn?"
shit.
you hurry to the silverware drawer. you rush over a fork and place it in tavros' food.
you wait a few seconds, and gamzee seems satisfied. he smiles stonerly and picks up the fork. he stabs some food and lifts it to tavros' mouth.
"ChOo ChOo, MoThErFuCkEr, HeRe CoMeS tHe FuCkIn TrAnSpOrTaTiOn LoCoMoTiVe."
in goes the train, into the dark, smelly, deceased tunnel.
you turn your gaze down to your food. you can't fucking take this. you probably won't be able to eat until gamzee and tavros are gone. hopefully gamzee shouldn't notice that you haven't eaten anything. he doesn't notice things very easily.
you really hope you don't get sick.
gamzee giggles and looks like he's quite enjoying feeding tavros the meat puppet. he chats some more with his old pal, enjoying his time with dead friend. he does this a lot. whenever he brings tavros around, he usually pays more attention to him, treating him like a giant doll.
gamzee asks you if you saw that shooting star last night. you tell him you did. you aren't lieing. you didn't think much of the fast little sky dot. but gamzee starts going on about how amazing it was and what a miracle it was and talking about miracles and shooting stars and space and stuff. he gets so damn happy about this stuff.
he asks tavros if he saw it too. he says yes for tavros, in the best tavros voice he can make, which is kind of so bad its funny. he starts making tavros converse with him using his own voice, discussing shooting stars and the sky and wonderful miracles and such. he looks at dead tavros with such love in his eyes, a look he never gives to you. he always treats you like a friend. tavros is so special to him. even when he's dead. and he never treats you like a matesprit.
gamzee giggles lovingly and tavros giggles cutely using gamzees voice as best as he remembers tavros and he smiles and he tries to lift tavros' lips to a smile which doesn't work very well and he looks to be having a wonderful time.
sometimes, at pretty random times, gamzee starts crying his eyes out. about tavros. you walk into a room to see him bawling, he rushes into a room to cry on your shoulder and cover it in purple goo, he wakes up in the middle of the night sobbing, and he hugs tavros' corpse tightly and yells. its extremely upsetting.
you almost wonder if you're just here to make him feel better with tavros gone.
oh no. another fucking corpse kiss.
fuck you hate these.
he does it more than once. this is the part of gamzee's corpse fun that you find most unbearable. oh fucking god, he seems to be starting a makeout session again. god damn it. you quickly pick up your plate and awkwardly rush out of the kitchen. gamzee doesn't notice. pretty much nothing distracts him from tavros makeout time.
you go to one of the balconies. oh god, finally, some fucking fresh air. a wonderful breeze, perfect temperature. ahh, this should calm you down a bit. in fact, you might even be able to force yourself to eat.
aaahhhh.. you sit down on one of the large pillows sitting on the floor and relax. you find another large pillow to rest your back on. ugh, yes, much better. no dead corpses, no nasty smell, no dead makeouts, no choo choo trains, and no creepy giggling. i mean, not that gamzee sounds creepy when he giggles. its just creepy that he's giggling about such a thing.
you lay back on the large poofy pillow and smile at the beautiful night sky. you poke a piece of tasty, still-warm food onto your fork. you move it up to your mouth.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH FUCK
you never realized eridan was sitting next to you.
for fuck's sake!!
why are you even matesprits with this guy?!?!
I DON'T FUCKING KNOW!!
YOU'RE THE DAMN WEIRDO WHO THOUGHT THAT THE FUCKING CORPSE-LOVING STONER CLOWN WAS HOT!
DO YOU SEE WHAT I MEEEEAAAANN?!??!?
LOL ok so i really didn't expect to go off writing a creepy-ass story like that and that was REALLY fucked up but that was fucking FUNNY.
GOD.
HAHA!
AH!
ok
i hope you now kind of see my point and confusion
also please don't take this wrong i fucking love gamzee to hell and i completely am incapable of deciding between him and dave as my favorite character. i fucking love the man. but i really fucking don't want to date him or kiss him or make him my boyfriend or UGH
that's fucking weird.
these people are fucking weird.
its all fucking weird.
the world is fucking weird.
fuck
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A Thousand Lifetimes
Rated M++ for language and themes
If you recognize it--IT AIN'T MINE
Sorry for the OOC bits.
Chapter 2
Supper was finished and cleaned up with little in the way of words spoken after that. The evening saw me curling up in my bed with a coffee and the second chapter.
Jooheon PoV--
As soon as we were given our holiday leave, we were talking where we were all going to go. I had saved my days off for three months to have an entire week away. Just the same as I had saved as much as I could to be able to afford that first class ticket. Bryn had sent me half of the money, so that helped. As I packed, I called Bryn, just to verify the time I should get there.
The flight itself was really uneventful...unless you count the attendant openly flirting with me. That guy openly offered things that, umm, weren't on the menu, let's say. Now, don't get me wrong, I love flying first class, and I am used to having underwear thrown at me by western audiences, but getting an invitation to join 'The Mile High Club' by a dude, was a little much for me.
'Would be too much for me too'.
By the time the plane landed in L.A., I was thoroughly embarrassed, and a little pissed off. Then there was a two hour layover until my flight to Chicago. That flight was a lot better than the one from Seoul to L.A. No one bothered me. I was just the Asian guy in first class.
After grabbing my bag from baggage claim, I started to walk down to the pick up and drop off, where she said she would meet me. Bryn told me she has an awful time getting through security checkpoints. The machines pick up the studs on her implants. That was an interesting conversation, I learned my big sister had lost all her teeth due to a strange combination of factors. But, she had gotten it all squared away and everything had healed up a while ago.
'She has implants? Hmm.'
As I turned the corner, I heard a soft whistle followed by Bryn shouting.
"Jooheon! Over here, Lil Man."
'Little? He is at least half a foot taller than you!'
I turned towards the yell, and saw her. The buzz cut threw me for a second. "You cut it all off again," I remarked as I noticed her shoulder length hair was much shorter than our last video chat.
"Yep. Long hair is for men and babies, not ladies. Neither man nor bitch should be able to grab a handful and use it against me," she quipped as she ran her hand over the short, spunky, spikes on her pate. "Got your bag," she asked.
Long hair is for men and babies, huh.
I nodded.
"Cool. My truck is this way," she said as she tilted her head to the side. "Let's blow this pop stand."
"What," I asked, laughing as I followed.
"Let's blow this popsicle stand.'
Turning around and walking backwards, she said, "Let's blow this popsicle stand."
'See. I do know some idioms.'
Imagine my surprise when what she simply called 'my truck' was a tiny little Chevy Equinox.
As we stowed my bags in the back seat, I said, "Bryn, this isn't a truck."
"Is to me," she replied as we got into the front and buckled our safety belts. When she started up the engine, the cabin was filled with a haunted music. Then she said, as we backed out of the parking spot, "We gotta stop for gas before we hit the interstate, so, I suggest you visit the men's room before we leave. We still have a four hour drive ahead of us."
As she put it in drive, I replied with, "Are you insinuating I can't control myself?"
"No," she said, matter-of-factly. "I am straight telling you that you have a bladder the size of a walnut and you are riding with a fucking camel."
I laughed, 'I agree. That woman can make an eight hour drive with a bottle of pop and never once need to pee. There will still be soda in her bottle, too. She's a fuckin camel.'
As we pulled away from the gas station, and onto the interstate, She commented on my shirt. "That is a nice color on you, by the way."
"Thanks. I like red."
"I know. Just never had you pegged as a guy who actually looked good in maroon."
I looked down at my shirt. "It's red," I replied.
"No, Dear, it's maroon."
"Agree to disagree. How many times have I told you to just call me 'Honey'?"
"It weirds me out to call my little brother "Honey'. That's a word meant for a significant other. The closest you will EVER get is Dear. Ah! I know! Wanda," she laughed.
"Absolutely not," I laughed, "but I can see your point," I said, as I looked out the window for a minute, "How is Clark taking it?"
'Who is this Clark, guy?'
"Your visit? We got in a screaming match. It all boils down to the fact you are a guy."
"Wow," I replied then shook my head. Clark was one of those super insecure guys who saw everyone as a threat. "So it didn't and doesn't matter that the mere idea of being anything other than an adopted brother makes me want to poke my eyeballs out with a blunt object."
"Nope," she replied. "You're a dude, and dude's only think about getting 'stuff' from girls."
'Ok, so she is safe with Honey. Good to know.'
I gagged and covered my mouth, "Icky. Just the thought of that makes me want to vomit," I said then shuddered.
"Hey," she chuckled. "No pukin' in my truck," she quipped as she smacked my arm.
"Are you allowed to have gay friends?"
"He doesn't like them either. He would be completely happy if I had no friends at all."
"That is what I call possessive."
"That is what I call fucked up," she replied. "Getting a little sick of the double standards. He can have all the friends he wants, but I have lost most of mine, thanks to him."
"Well, you can't lose me. You are stuck with me now."
"Good to know."
"You know I love you, Sissie," I squealed as I laid over onto the console.
"Yeah, I know. Sadly," she replied and then smiled at me before focusing on the road.
After a few miles, I asked, "So he cost you your friends?"
Sighing, she replied, "Yeah. The only ones left are Lynn and Shayne. He tried to get rid of them, but Shayne threw a fit."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Shayne told him to shut up before he knocked him out. I mean, we have been friends for 33 years and nothing has ever happened. EVER. And I like Lynn."
"Lynn?"
"Shayne's wife. She is awesome!"
"So, do I get to meet the family this week?"
"Nope," she replied. "Ian, Allen, and Jason all have wives that don't like Ma...or me, much. And Los lives in Texas with his wife and their boys, so I don't get to see him much anyways. Costs a ton to board the boys for a visit"
"Los," I asked. I had heard her refer to him, but didn't really know much, other than he was the only biological brother. "I thought he couldn't have kids?"
"Carlos. Most of the family calls him Junior. Juan Carlos Jr. And he can, she can't. The boys are their pitties."
"Wow. What was his mom smoking," I asked.
Bryn smiled, "Don't know, but I wish she would have shared."
"Why?"
"My full name."
"What is it," I asked, mentally preparing myself for the answer.
"Bryn Markham is just the name I write under. Bryanna Ellyen Velvet Colline Brusher nee Loveland, legally. I go by either Annie or Bry, depending on who it is. My parents STILL call me by my full name," She replied, her embarrassment pinking her cheeks slightly.
I grabbed the pad and pen from beside my bed and wrote down the name quickly.
"Oh my god," I laughed.
"Could have been worse, though. If I had been a boy, my dad wanted to name me either Benjamin Abraham or Joshua Earl."
I couldn't help the snort that came out, right before I broke and laughed. I was laughing so hard I was starting to tear up a bit.
"Yeah. Haha. Laugh it up," She said as she rolled the window down a few centimeters and grabbed an ash cup from the rear cup holder. Then, Bryn grabbed the tin of smokes out of the console and lit one up.
"Hold up. You smoke?"
That explains the smell, sometimes.
"Not anymore. Used to, but I found this mix when I quit. I smoked because of my temper, and this mix helps. It's better than looking at the world through two panes of glass and chicken mesh cause I lost it and gave some dumbass what they really deserved."
I looked at her confused.
"A high five...in the face," she said as she glanced at me, "with a chair," Bryn deadpanned as she watched the road.
I snickered a little before I said, "Really?"
"Yeah. More than just a pretty face, little brother," She laughed as she playfully slapped her cheek.
As we settled in to the drive, I realized how much she looked like the girl in Kihyun's dreams. Granted, I could just be seeing what I wanted to see.
They both need someone awesome.
Bryn PoV--
We made it to the house in a little over 3 hours. As usual, Clarkie was pissed. This time cause I actually went and picked up my brother. I guess, he thought if he raised enough of a stink, I would do what he wanted. But, I had a bad habit of never staying in his happy little shell. Mostly because it felt like a cage and I hate to be hemmed in.
He has always said that I need safety and security, but his idea of it is a cage, fences to box me in. My idea was more like a safe place to bed down after a run with the moon, and the freedom to run and stretch out; to sprawl all out and wait for nightfall.
But, Hawkie, has always known its a nice place to land. But that's the way our connection worked, neither one of us had to say much, we just did and it all fit.
I couldn't help but think how wrong this Clark guy was. A spirited filly like that needed plenty of room to run, to roam, or she got stifled. She was right, my idea of security was always just having a good place to land.
As we walked inside, I said, "Look guys, Uncle Jooheon is here."
All three of my kids suddenly insisted on 'Uncle Joey' being his new name; even though I had been coaching them for weeks as to how to pronounce it the right way.
Grimacing, I said, "Sorry, Bud. It appears you have been graced with a new name. In the old ways, a new name is given at the time of adoption. So it looks like it's official. Welcome to the family."
"Hey. I don't mind. There are worse things to be called. Joey works," He chuckled as he shook his head, "At least it's close. I am honored to officially be part of the family."
"Don't get too comfy. Ma picks out middle names at random. So if you ever hear 'Joe' followed by some random Western name, just go with it. And if she whips out the right pronunciation and a random middle name, you are entirely on your own."
"If it's Ma, I would probably answer to it, just to keep her happy," He quipped back.
"It's better that way. She used to call Jamen, the ex, Lynn."
He let loose a belly laugh that had me laughing.
"Seriously," he asked as he wiped his eyes.
"Oh, Yeah. He used to get soo mad."
I laughed at Bryn and Honey and how they acted. Then, I thought about trying that name out in the morning.
As I laid there, curled up and ready to sleep, I felt her. She brushed my hair out of my eyes and whispered softly against my forehead, "You sleep, my love. I'll keep watch."
I fell asleep to her whispering something to me, soft and slow, in a language I couldn't understand. I knew it was no lullaby. It felt more like a blessing, like a prayer. I felt more at peace in that moment than I had for weeks. That night, the nightmares did not haunt me.
The next morning, as we all got around for the day, I took the chance.
"Hey, Joey."
All of the guys stopped.
Honey turned to me, "What did you call me."
"Story said she coached her kids for weeks. They all had it right, but, the minute you walked in the door it was 'Joey'."
"Really," He said as he looked kind of confused. "Joey?" He just snickered and smiled. "Babies. What can ya do," he laughed.
"If what she wrote is true, in her culture, when a person is adopted, they are given a new name. 'Joey' happens to be yours. Not to mention that 'Honey' weirds her out."
The expression on his face dropped. Confusion colored his face for a moment, then the look of understanding followed, "Ahh. Smaller and close to the original so the kids can learn it. Also, so the adults understand that with the small nickname, everything is ok, but the full version, pronounced right, means 'Shut up and listen'. Got it."
"Did you miss the adopted part? She knows!"
At almost two in the afternoon here, I heard her whisper, 'I'm off to bed.' as I felt her presence close to me. Next, came the burn on my cheek, followed by her soft, 'Goodnight, Love.'
Since I was finishing up my lunch, I decided to reach for her. 'Rest well, my queen. You have more than earned it today,' I said as I brushed her hair away from her face. She always looks so peaceful when she sleeps. I almost couldn't wait for the day when I could physically hold her again.
A/N--Still in hell.
#original writing#original fiction#twin souls#soul mates#soul connection#monsta x fic#kihyun fic#past life
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